Alice Donut is a psychedelic punk rock band originally from New York City. Formed in 1986, the band spent the next ten years touring relentlessly throughout North America, Europe and Japan, building a perversely loyal following. Creem Magazine described Alice Donut shows as "the most decadent punk rock-fueled all-out orgies I ever witnessed." Between 1987 and 1996, Alice Donut released seven full-length albums and 15 EPs, singles, and other releases on Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles label and various other labels.

2004's Three Sisters, their first record after their hiatus, was recorded as a four-piece with Tom Antona on vocals, Michael Jung on guitar, Stephen Moses on drums and Sissi Schulmeister on bass. Original guitarist Dave Giffen rejoined the group for Fuzz, which was recorded in Brooklyn's BC Studio with longtime co-producer Martin Bisi and released in 2006. Both Three Sisters and Fuzz were released by Howler Records.

The band's style and lyrics are eclectic. Their music is a mixture of hard rock, punk, and post-punk and typically features melodic, guitar-heavy, odd-metered, and rhythm based pieces and is often punctuated with brass instrumentation. Many of the members are traditionally- or classically-trained musicians, though rarely on the same instruments they play in the band.

Alice Donut's lyrics take on what they view as the perversities, odd details, and petty humiliations of life. Their lyrical subject matter focuses on topics including depravity, domestic violence, sexuality and eggs.

Alice Donut will be returning to Alternative Tentacles for the release of the newest full length album, 10 Glorious Animals (although the digital release will handled by Howler).

I stood outside by the window.
Mom lay bleeding on the sofa.
Dad dry-heaved in the kitchen. I didn't wanna deal.
He passed out on the formica. She held an ice cube to her lip.
She stared bacant at the screen. She didn't wanna deal.
I drove behind Winn Dixie, smoked a bone and listened to Metallica as loud as
I could stand it.
Then I started thinking, he's just biding his time; and unemployed,
disgruntled x-postal worker
eaten up inside waiting for nothing, waiting for a sign. One day he'll snap
and kill her. Then he'll shoot me while I'm sleeping. Then he'll drive to
the office and kill them all before he shoots himself. He was still passed
out as I entered. She was locked up in her room. Locked up and waiting for
another day. I ain't gonna deal.
"The Son Of A Disgruntled Ex-Postal Worker
Reflects On His Life While Getting Stoned In The Parking Lot Of A Winn Dixie
Listening To Metallica" from The Untidy Suicides of Your Degenerate
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